Every morning after he had left, I returned to my chambers and cried. I prayed to the Mabs to save him. I asked them to take me instead. I swore that if he survived, I would let him live his life in peace in his own world, in case this was punishment for me giving my heart to an otherworlder. It would destroy me, but at least he would be alive. At least I would know that he was still out there, growing old and moving on, finding happiness with someone else. Alive.
